#shittys fallout aus

[shitty-fallout-art]

I spent so long on this experimental thing its embarrassing

horrorout piper with alt under the cut <3

[typosandtea]

SUPER MUTANTS

Thanks for the request @mepha-stop-it-please, sorry this took so long!

I’ve included a mega freak from your very cool Horrorout AU :]

[ID: a digital drawing. 4 super mutants from fallout are pictured. In the top left corner is a Megafreak from @shitty-fallout-art ‘s horrorout AU, they are pictured from the waist up. They are a horrifying creature of many skin folds and fluid filled pustules, the right hand is visible mutilated with the ring finger missing. In the top led is a fallout 4 super mutant pictured from waist up, they are mid swing of a bloodied board and are yelling with mouth wide and spit flying. In the bottom left is a fallout 3 super mutant pictured from the chest up, they are wearing the scavenged armour, flight cap and the funny lip straps. They have a board strapped to their back. In the bottom right corner is strong from fallout 4 with are pictured from the chest up looking at you with a not aggressive expression, the caption next to him is [Strong liked that]. In the centre of the image is the text “Super mutants!” In all caps. Next to the megafreek is the caption “Megafreak from shitty-fallout-arts’s Horrorout au” with an arrow pointing at the Megafreak. The background is light purple. The artist signature is in the bottom middle “Typos & Tea :)” End ID]

[dukeofthomas]

When I want to think about a happy Jason I think about my Never Robin AU... He's still adopted by Bruce, but just never becomes a Robin, and therefore never dies either. He purposefully keeps out of the Caped community, and is going to college. And because he was never put into the Lazarus Pit, he never got big, so he's like, 5'1 at most. Someone asks if he wants to be a vigilante/hero like the rest of his family and he goes "ew why would I 🤨"

[deztryx]

MORE MCSM FALLOUT AU STUFF

(Get ready for a bunch of reading)

basically how it all started v v v v

Still needs A BIT work but that's what I have so far ^^

Also no more art block MORE FALLOUT AU ART WOOOOOO

Pt. 1 of the mini Tragedy au comic

[breezypunk]

Fallout 2077: Chapter 2

Vaughn and Goro make their journey to NC when they hear about potential survivors. They hadn't been to NC since the outbreak two years prior, and it's where the most deadliest of infected reside.. their cyberpsychosis too advanced to revert back from. Sometimes things go ass up, and as we can see here, sometimes our boys are idiotic. But whose the mysterious stranger lurking around watching them, and how did she end up in the same area as them? Is she the survivor they were hearing?..

To be continued..

[darnellthefirestarter]

Meet Oliver :]

[thetrashywritingwitch]

look, LOOK

you can't tell me Bakugo wouldn't be an explosives expert in Fallout!AU with a customized Fat Man nicknamed All Might YOU CAN'T ARGUE WITH ME-

[artdcnaldson]

i've never sent an ask before so if this is terrible i'm so sorry, but i've been reading your blog for weeks now and i'm absolutely obsessed with the changeover series and the patrick's sister au. the way you write both the boys is sooooo ahhhhhhhhh

but i haven't been able to stop thinking about movie star patrick. movie star patrick who has been acting since he was a teenager, he's been on every teen heartthrob list, every magazine, and dear reader had pictures of him cut and collaged onto her walls. reader meets patrick at an industry party, you're an up-and-coming singer, still new to the ways of the industry, and your manager (tashi) tells your to always stay close, to not trust any of the men at this party, no matter how pretty they smile at you.

so of course, reader has to bump into patrick at the washrooms. you're about to go in to touch up you lipstick and make sure you doesn't have anything stuck in your teeth; you hopes that maybe the cool water will help sober you up. the third glass of champagne had been a mistake but you've been having so much fun. patrick is coming out of the mens' washrooms when he crashes into you. you stumble, still unused to the heels you've been put in. his hands come to steady you and he's so strong, so solid, plus his hands are so big. you can't believe they cover the entire span of your shoulder.

"well, hi," patrick says, voice deep and lazy. it sends a shiver down your spine and you feel a familiar stirring in your gut. here he is, the object of all your desires ever since you were fifteen and he's still as handsome as ever, looks even better in person than you ever could have imagined.

"h-hello." you wanted to be smooth, be cool; you wanted to leave a good impress. you want patrick to be impressed by you, to think of you as a peer, not the silly, lovestruck girl you are.

his hand comes up and tucks a spare strand of hair behind your ear. "i've seen your videos," patrick says. he leaves his hand against your cheek, thumb brushing underneath your eye. the glitter from your makeup smearing against his skin. "patrick zweig, at your service."

I literally can’t stop thinking about this.

Patrick and Art who were teen heartthrobs— who were on cover after cover of Tiger Beat while they filmed a sappy little soapy CW show about tennis. Patrick and Art who had a messy fallout that gossip magazines speculated on, but no one could really pinpoint. Most people thought it was jealousy— that Art Donaldson went on to be in award winning films, while Patrick got stuck in shitty TV Land in a constant unlucky streak of cancelled shows.

Patrick who is thrust back into the spotlight after he’s cast in a big budget film with a big name director and his old pal Art Donaldson as his costar. Patrick who takes a liking to you, the cute little singer with a bit part in the movie, who’s helping create songs for the soundtrack. Patrick who just might burn down the movie altogether if it means he can fuck you, and Art who will do whatever it takes to make sure you stay away from his old friend.

[slowd1ving]

PRIORITY POLLLL

my fingers are itching to write for either sunday or ratio.... yk what that means.....

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

1. pope!sunday + knight! m!reader: it's not everyday you're shoved into the shitty b-rated romance novel your friend read, but derailing the plot by looting this world before the fl and her ml entourage can is the least of your concerns as you fuck around and gain your own recognition. journey around the land of argo as you best monsters with your legendary sword and armies with the magic imbued with Earthen scientific loopholes! whether it be just a novel or a world in its own right, your actions are either meaningless (as it's just a novel) or meaningless (as it's truly a different world). although, such recognition comes at a price; as a newly-minted war hero against the chaotic, demonic forces, you're assigned the most dangerous male lead to guard as your next assignment - the obsessive papal figure for the order, sunday. but this too is perfect for you; might as well brush up on your theology skills in this world as you seek answers. outside his faith to ENA, second to only his absolute devotion to the female lead, there's no way you'll catch his eye like that, right?

2. cursed prince! ratio x alchemist m! reader: all knowledge comes at a price. cursed by his imperial tutor NOUS after accessing heretical material, he's fated to live entrapped in stone forever. a hundred years later, a scientist is transported to the kingdom of metis; a place where academia thrives but only the approved content. you're not sure why the hell you're in the indie rpg lament of ouroboros, but you do know it sucks and you'd rather die than come across the irritating main cast. what better way to have fun than to access the hidden side of magic through use of scientific formulae? unfortunately, the practice of alchemy is heretical to the kingdom and so you daylight as a sculptor! strange, this particular rock you started carving out of a whim looks like the deposed prince of a century back, your apprentice aventurine notes. how odd! how strange! veritas ratio is name you've never come across in-game; maybe it's because you didn't read enough lore about its stupid collectibles. regardless, every time you cast a detail - a smoother ear, a more textured iris - the ever-conscious prince ratio regains just a little more of his senses. and maybe it's your knowledge, or the intuition you possess, but something tells you there's a deeper meaning to the statue you started carving out of boredom. and what a coincidence that alchemy transmutates materials!

3. theology student! sunday x m reader (roommate au): something tells you the finicky orchestral conductor and theology student sunday quite dislikes you. is it the purse of his lips as you walk past in crooked formal wear that informs you? is it the jarring chords scraping against the fluting lilt of the strings and brasses? is it the harsh glare in his eyes as you walk past him on campus? it's perhaps the worst and unluckiest week in your life as soon as the new school year starts: your girlfriend's dumped you after her crush on the aforementioned halovian grows too pressing for her to stay quiet about, while you're assigned sunday as a roommate to rub more salt in the wound. but maybe his fluttering wings aren't as indicative of his frustration as they seem, and maybe you're not as headache-inducing as he quite imagined. when two sets of philosophies and grudges clash abruptly like this, what could possibly remain standing from the fallout?

[this-should-do]

my half of an art trade with @shitty-fallout-art of deacon from his horrorout au :), hes really cool and his aus rock so u should check him out 👍

[shitty-fallout-art]

meme drawings ahoy

[whispersofrot]

dol fallout au, basic ideas rattling around in the ol' noggin:

-vault overseer bailey! is there a vault experiment? maybe, don't worry about it :)

-kylar being your weird creepy neighbor in either a wasteland settlement or vault. may or may not sell chems, you get a discount though!

-caravan guard whitney, maybe an ex raider who still has some fragile ties to their old gang. doesn't stick to their caravan for too long, gets in some spat with whoever hired them and ends up on their own again soon enough.

-ghoul eden, people don't like them so they don't like other people, really different person pre-war. Still probably lives in the middle of nowhere, on a little ranch they've got trapped to hell and back

-harper's running the experiments in a vault, maybe not the overseer but they've definitely got at least some say in what goes on.

-robin's a naive player companion you convinced to escape the shitty little vault you grew up in together. may or may not go a little crazy in the wasteland. instead of losing or gaining approval maybe your actions contribute to their sanity?

-alex still runs a farm on the outskirts of a small settlement, plenty of little mutant dogs running around to protect the farm. not trapped up like eden's, so their fields keep getting fucked over by mole rats and other wasteland beasties the mutts don't kill fast enough.

[sirmanmister]

Rust

Day 12 of Falloutober!

You may ask “hey how does this correlate to rust in the slightest??” And LEMME TELL YOU

This is scene in @shitty-fallout-art’s fic “Rusted Shut” on Ao3, which is part of their HorrorOut au!! Literally the best fic series I’ve ever read and I’m not even kidding. I started reading it before I even had an Ao3 account and I would manually check every two weeks if there was an upload, and whenever there was I would drop whatever I was doing to read it.

It’s a psychological horror following Shaun as he makes his way through the wasteland to try to save humanity, while humanity basically asks "are you sure about that?" The Institute wipes out all food sources in the commonwealth (possibly further) to “reset the wasteland,” and so the inhabitants turn to good old fashioned cannibalism to survive >:)

The way Shaun’s reactions and emotions and his existential horror and his undying hope in humanity despite not even being human and the way it's written is just!!! I’ve used the word phenomenal several times describing it. I showed it to my little sister who isn’t even into fo4 and she read all 160k words in a weekend cuz it's just SO GOOD. Literally inspired some of my own writing style cuz the way it's just so immersive and DELECTABLE. I could absolutely go on about it but if you wanna see all my thoughts about the whole thing all you have to do is check out the comments on the fics because oh boy I have many thoughts abt it.

Here’s a link to the first fic in the series 🙏 ty to them for making such good food and ty to @falloutober for the prompts!!

[niko-jpeg]

Originally, Shadow 05 was not going to be in this au. But then I came up with the funniest possible way to include it in the story, and I couldn’t help myself. So you know how Camp Green Hill is set up like an animated series, with seasons and episodes and such? Well, I present to you Camp Green HIll: Shadow the Hedgehog, a post canon movie spinoff featuring our beloved moody hedgie and his adventure of accidental self discovery. The details are a little in the air right now, since I’m still finishing the base plot of CGH itself, so doodle explanations under the cut <3

Title Drop: First doodle of the batch I made, featuring Shadow and Rouge. They still work together under GUN post canon, and are cool and badass and etc. Slight design changes to Rouge because I wanted to, and Shadow rocks the button up and suit jacket combo. And yes, of course, he still has a gun.

I Can’t Draw Omega: I tried. And it did not go well, I’m so sorry Omega truthers. 

Weird Way to Meet Your Dead Beat Dad: I saw this scene vividly. After the opening sequence, Rouge and Shadow are going back to the apartment, only to be met by Shadow’s alien dad, who he does not remember. 

In the Lab, All Alone: This one’s more of a stretch, a vibe doodle if you will. I wanted to draw him in emotional distress, so I stuck him back on the Ark in the classic shitty hospital gown while he tries not to cry tears of frustration. Why? Because I said so. I don’t think it’ll make the final cut, but I had fun drawing it anyway. 

Sonic and Tails: As I said, this au takes place post canon! Now Sonic is 18, and Tails is 14! Shadow is 19 himself. However, because of just how many times Sonic has gone super, he’s begun to physically change a little. While coming down from being super has its emotional fallouts, he’s done it so many times he’s begun to grow electric yellow fur on his ears, hands, feet, and around his eyes. It also seems to be on his quills, strangely. Tails is as nerdy as ever, clearly.

Super Shadow: Unfortunately, Shadow goes super every once in a blue moon too, and it too is beginning to manifest. While at the moment the third eye is just a temporary thing while super, there's no saying if it may stick around if he does it again. A note on that as well: the only Hedgie that doesn’t go Super more than once is Silver. This is intentional, on his part, as while he was super, he found it quite a challenge to keep himself under control and has avoided it since. Who knows what his manifestations may end up looking like. 

Expressions: A surprised (though not unhappy) Shadow, contrasted with a visibly aggressive Shadow. 

Cuddle Pile: Request from the stream. Coming down from being super has its downsides, and a pretty rough mental fallout. Being a god for an hour doesn’t leave a guy unscathed, y’know. While Silver resists it initially (for various plot reasons), eventually the two are able to convince him to join the emotional recovery party Sonic’s closer friends throw him when he goes super. This usually includes blanket time, as seen here. 

Post Credits Shenanigans: I have this very vivid scene in my brain that would take place after the events of the story. Earlier, Sonic gushes about how cool he thinks Shadow actually is, under all the bitey rough exterior. Rouge, naturally, gets a recording and after everything is said and done plays it for him. This obviously flusters him. Please excuse the poorly edited blush, I realized I forgot to turn that layer back on only after I had saved the file. Oops. 

Remember, asks are open for the characters themselves, or about the au <3

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 17 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of intent to Rape/NonCon, Mentions of Trafficking - While it doesn't get anywhere near that territory, a couple of unsavory guests make their intentions very clear.

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Hancock was lashing out, and he was abundantly aware of it. This time, he wasn’t feeding off of her feelings, and he was sure that she wasn’t feeding off of his. These emotions were genuine. Even as Hancock yelled, even as he chucked an empty bottle of vodka against the far wall of his office, he knew that shit was disintegrating around him. He was throwing all of his pent up stress and anger at her – and it felt good to finally let it out. The days he had spent desperately trying to get his soulmate to acknowledge his existence had almost physically hurt. Watching her get injured, and having her decline any form of help had almost been worse. He'd begged her to just acknowledge him, and she'd ignored him. Even though he was sure that he understood her end of the situation, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any fucking less. If yelling at the woman was the only catharsis he was going to get, he would happily take it.

”—And then last night—”

“Last night ain’t got nothin’ t’do with this,” he bellowed. “You’ve wanted me gone the second you realized I was fucking here!”

”You lied to me! You lied to me about—“

“I didn’t lie about shit! I never once said—“

“You deliberately withheld information! That is a lie by omission!”

“Oh, please! Get offa yer high horse—“

”I’m not—“

“The fuck you ain’t! And just so you know, it hasn’t been a fuckin’ treat bein’ connected to you, either, sister! D’you know how fucking shitty it is—“

”I haven’t mislead—“

“—realizing that you have a soulmate, and she hates you simply because you exist!? Because that is the only reason—“

”And I was right to hate you! You tortured that man! You’re no better than anyone out here! You were misleading me. Who knows what you would have done to me if I—“

“What I would’a done t’you? I’ve been busting my ass t’take care of you! I’ve been—“

Nora was pacing, stomping back and forth in front of  the tailgate of a dead pickup. It was funny, because he had taken to pacing, too. No one had bothered to make sure he wasn’t locked in his office killing someone. The majority of the Neighborhood Watch knew his situation. Them, Fahrenheit, and Daisy knew about Nora – and Hancock had made sure that they wouldn’t be telling anyone anytime soon. It was for his, and Nora’s safety. If word got out to the wrong people that Hancock had a soulmate, it might cause trouble for the both of them.

Hancock's steps faltered, stomping to a halt. During their argument, he had been getting a view of his office, as well as an image of wherever the hell she was. His office overlapped her perspective; he saw elements from his office, with some sort of blurry expanse of wasteland resting just beyond it. If he focused on one perspective in particular, he could easily make the other vanish. So, while he paced with both his and her perspective swimming around in his vision, he noticed two people. Their size was too disproportionate for them to be standing in his office. Hancock’s attention shifted, the image of the wasteland becoming more prominent until his office no longer existed.

The boiling anger that had been fueling his tirade turned into frigid ice as she pivoted and turned her back to the newcomers.

“Nora,” he said her name softly, firmly. The change in his tone made her voice falter, and her steps slowed. “You got company incoming. They didn’t look like the friendly type. If you run for it, y’can bet yer ass that they’re gonna start shootin’.”

To his surprise, Nora kept pacing, and she kept yelling. She was holding a one sided argument with herself now. She was ranting and raging as if the incoming threat wasn’t there at all.

“Nora, baby, what the fuck? Please just fucking listen to me this one goddamn time–” 

When she spoke her voice pitched low, and her stride didn’t break. “They were approaching a woman having a screaming match with herself,” she said in a frantic whisper. “I’m going to let them think that for as long as I can.”

“Okay, okay – you got a weapon handy?”

”So you think I’m an idiot now, too?!” she shrieked dramatically, still pacing. She pivoted towards her audience, seeming to make it a point to focus on the approaching duo for a mere second just before she pivoted once again, her back to them. Her gaze locked onto her pistol, propped next to her Pip-Boy under the hood of the car she had been tinkering with. A soft hiss, barely audible, reached his ears, ”John, I…”

“I know, sweets. You don’t have a whole lotta options right now. They didn’t look like they’re lookin’ to fight just yet. Just, focus on me if ya need t’keep calm, okay? I’m right here with you, baby. Understand? I'm right here with you."

A mere second was dedicated to rallying up all of his rampant emotions; he couldn't offer her any sort of soothing, even-headed calm. All he had was raw nerves and the hissing remains of his explosive anger. And worry. There was so much worry. His girl was out in the Commonwealth getting into trouble again and there was fuck-all he could do to stop it. 

She took a deep breath, and then her voice pitched up into an irate yell. ”I want you outta my head! Get out!” her hand lifted, and he felt the heel of her palm smack into the side of her head once, twice. ”GET OUT!” As she turned on her foot, Dog barked from somewhere nearby, and her steps faltered to a stop. She slowly cocked her head to the side. Hancock’s vision tilted, and he held his breath.

”Hey there, lovely,'' One of the men drawled. His voice was overly friendly, and his rotten smile was unsettling. His eyes raked over Nora’s body without shame, and his smile grew. Hancock faced the scrutiny right along with her, standing and witnessing everything as if he were in her place. He was a tall man, and he was lean. He was wearing a mess of various armor pieces, things created out of various scrap parts. His partner was similarly dressed, though the entirety of his torso was bare. Where his partner was tall, he was stocky, muscular. Scars marred his skin, some looking deliberate and decorative. A gas mask covered his face. Both were armed, but neither of them had their weapons at the ready.

Gas Mask blatantly adjusted himself, palming his groin through his pants. Tall Guy licked his lips, nice and disgustingly suggestive. Hancock felt Nora’s stomach churn.

“Easy, Nora,” he whispered. “Easy. Focus on me, honey. Get to yer gun if you can.”

Hancock’s vision tilted from one way, to the other as Nora cocked her head the other way. She released a ragged breath, ”Can I help you?”

“Who are you talkin’ to, lovely?” Tall Guy purred, shuffling forward casually.

”The voice won’t stop talking,” she whined in an airy voice, then whimpered softly as she turned her back to them again. Her palm smacked into the side of her head once again. ”I said SHUT UP!” she resumed her pacing, stomping towards the car, towards her gun and her Pip-Boy.

“Be careful, now,” Hancock murmured. “As much as I dig yer acting chops, don’t get too cocky.”

”She’s fuckin’ crazy. They didn’t say she was crazy.” A muffled voice chuckled. ”Shut her up and that ass will bring in a shit ton’a caps, though.”

“I can think of a few things that’d shut her up.”

A hair raising tremor shot down Nora’s spine, and it made Hancock’s body quake before he was able to steel himself. He may not be the poster child of the Commonwealth, but he had some morals. He wished he was there; he would tear these fuckers apart, limb by limb.

Nora neared the car, and she placed her hands on the grill as she leaned down under the hood. She could see both men in her peripherals, standing at the truck now. They were maybe six feet away, and they were closing in. Nora reached into the car, pretending to tinker, but her hand fell onto her pistol. Gas Mask split away from Tall Guy, walking around the front of the car.

”She’ll pull in more caps if she’s clean. The boss will—“

“You sayin’ that you’re gonna pass on an opportunity to fuck that? This is a vault bitch. I bet that cunt is real fuckin’ sweet. It’s not like they are going to know if we found her in mint condition.”

Hancock seethed, his fingers flexing into fists. If his skin hadn’t been completely destroyed his palms would be bloody, and the knuckles would have gone white with strain. Even as he did his absolute best to focus and remain calm, his breathing had hitched and increased. His shoulders were rising and falling as if he had just ran a mile. His heartrate was elevated, he could feel his pulse in his throat. He was almost positive he could feel his blood starting to rush in his veins. Maybe this was what going feral felt like. 

“Nora, baby, listen. You don’t let those fuckers get close to you. Take them out, then get outta there, you feel me?” He wanted to get the name of their boss, wanted to know who “they” were. He’d wipe the sonnova bitch off the face of the earth. But Nora came first, he didn’t want to put her into any more trouble than she was already in. Fuck, he just needed her to come home.

”Yeah,” she whispered, her voice trembling and weak. He ached for her, wishing he was there to keep her safe during her time of need. ”I feel you.”

“Aw, lovely. That voice still bugging ya? I can give you something to make it go away. It’ll make you feel real good. I promise.

Tall guy was drawing in closer; five feet, four, three. Gas Mask was nowhere to be seen, but Hancock could hear his footsteps near the front of the car. Tall Guy stepped in close beside Nora. He placed his shotgun down among the leftover machinery in the car. He either didn’t notice Nora gripping her gun against the wrecked innards of the car, or was too cocky to care. A hand slid to Nora’s hip, gliding over the curve of her ass as an inhaler was procured. 

Hancock saw red. He felt the hand ghost over him, rough and appreciative. He felt the hand grip Nora’s ass as if it were his own.

“Goddammit, Nora, what the fuck did I say?! WASTE THE FUCKER!”

”DOG!”

There was a snarl, and the sound of buckshot. Nora whirled, the butt of her pistol slamming into the man’s face. Tall Guy shrieked his surprise, staggering back. It gave her time to adjust her grip and take aim. The first shot went into the fucker’s right thigh. The pain was enough to get him to stagger. His leg gave out and he fell back onto his ass. Nora held her aim, leveling the barrel at his head as she took a couple of steps back. She caught sight of Gas Mask. The guy was on the ground, a furious canine latched onto his throat. With the other threat taken care of, Nora released a breath that she had been holding.

“Shotgun, Nor. Grab his shotgun.”

She did. Her pistol was placed next to the Pip-Boy, and she picked up the guy’s sawed-off. As Tall Guy started to kick himself backwards, Nora stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Just as Hancock was going to tell her to finish him, she took the weight of the gun into one hand, and leveled the barrel to the guy’s crotch.

”What’s your boss’ name?” her voice was icy, and frighteningly calm. Hancock’s eyes widened marginally – did she ask her to get the name? Had he been thinking out loud? Was it possible to read a soulmate’s mind?

”Fuck you, you bitch!”

“What’s your boss’ name? You have three seconds before I shoot. One. Two—“

Tall Guy’s leg moved, and Hancock yelled. It felt like the world around him had been kicked out from under him. He felt the rush of air as Nora’s feet were kicked out from under her. He felt the world around him lurch, and he felt himself falling – but he was still standing, still as a statue in the middle of his office. As Nora’s body dropped to the ground, the gun went off. The scream was so shrill that, for a terrifying second, Hancock thought that Nora had been hurt. As his woman struggled to right herself, as she shoved herself back and away from her assailant, Hancock caught a glimpse of the man as he curled into the fetal position.

Nora didn’t need to count to three. She shot Tall Guy in the dick, after all. Hancock couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt in his chest as Nora finished the job. Without awaiting further instruction, he watched as she started to root through the guy’s pockets. A smile lit his features as he sank to his knees. 

Another near miss. Another day that could have ended with him losing his soulmate. Hancock basked in the relief.

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Tag List: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl 

[muchisutes-geta-strap]

I think in a modern au the circus would be a YouTube channel. Like mr beast. Arashi would be mr beast and post stuff like ‘last one to hit Midori wins 100 bajillion dollars’. Kanabun would be the fan favourite who later leaves the channel and goes solo. And then the friend group has a major fallout and the channel goes to shit because everyone leaves. Midori would make a call out video 😭😭 and I think Beni would be her #1 supporter (bc she becomes nice to her at the end of the movie/manga). Muchi would be the guy that just went missing with no trace and everyone makes theories about where he is. I think Masa would get involved in like breaking into someone’s house or beating up a fan, leading him to get sent to prison. Akaza would make a shitty mid gaming channel and post among us or something.